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To bee or not to bee sting yo'like Ali to Abraxes
Completely free when I attack this monopoly of klansmen
I stand like a tree from where that fruit dropped
On the eve of eve that caused time to stop
No kneeling down to a deity more like Kappernick's knee with Achilles feet
The feats of my deeds for my people's needs make me more like a piranha
When I feed at the troth filled with plants of freedom seeds
I see God's plan for my soul to keep
I slay like Samson and Hercules
I go Zulu on fools that test my grief over my ancestors who leapt into those seas
To escape what they knew was slavery
I go hard like the truth that Sojouner brought
I bring pain to the evil Nat Turner sought
I box with the caucs like Roy Jones would've fought
I bring chill to the bones that speak ill of the thought
That this brutha has honed the skills he's been taught
By the most high of thrones
Games over Snow's lost
Send these barbarians to Valhalla I'm half Killmonger and T'challa
We don't need a Wakanda just each other and the bond of
Our people and the fond love of an equal like the dawn of
Reaping blessings from above by Ra and his touch
We're not raisins but the fire of the infinite
Sun
